I've taken a chance,
Was shaken down by the risks.
A bliss for bliss,
Self tormenting found in me.
But this is the way it goes,
Passerby's you come to know.
What's scary is the truth you see,
Touching upon feeling.
Knowing it will not last,
Self satisfied answers that may never pass.
Broken words given in order to shape a stance,
But it can't.
No longer shaped to be molded,
Scolded beyond ones self reasoning.
By this one keeps believing,
That the sun may shine at last.